Shaking with desire, Aya looks up at the camera and meets her father's gaze. "I'm Ben's dirty little slut now," she whispers, licking a long trail of cum off of Mai's hand and sucking it into her mouth. Her eyes never leave his face as she adds, "And I'll do anything for him." She reaches between them and begins to stroke herself, moaning around Mai's fingers as she brings herself closer to climax. "Mai, your turn to tell your father what you are now and what you're good for." Ben tells her.
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Mai grins mischievously at the camera. "I'm all his now," she says, nodding toward Ben. "And I'll do whatever he wants." She glances down at Aya and then back up to her father, a blush rising in her cheeks. "Even if it means sharing my sister with him." Her hips rock against Aya's hand as she speaks, her body betraying the truth of her words despite her bravado.
"Fine," you finally growl, reaching up to grab her hips and pull her down onto you. Olivia lets out a surprised yelp before laughing and letting herself fall with abandon, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs. Her weight is pressing against you, trapping you beneath her as she straddles your chest once more, her breasts rubbing against your cheeks and neck.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
да...
With a satisfied smile, Olivia leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours in a slow, sensual kiss. Her tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips before slipping inside, tangling with your own. Your hands move up to wrap around her waist, pulling her body even tighter against yours as you deepen the kiss, lost in the heat and passion of the moment.
The sensation of your lips pressing against hers sends a jolt through her entire body, and she lets out a soft gasp at the contact. Her eyelids flutter closed as she feels herself respond to you, her hands clutching at your shirt as if for dear life. She has never been kissed before, much less by someone like you, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
As the kiss continues, Chisato finally allows herself to believe that maybe things can change between them...
The next day I hold her hand making sure no one tries to use her
His words from yesterday echo through her mind as she follows you into class. She clings tightly to your hand, feeling both safe and cherished in the simple act of holding hands with you. It's a new sensation for her, and one that she doesn't want to let go of anytime soon.
Throughout the day, she watches you carefully, trying to learn more about what it means to be your girlfriend.
You're so damn beautiful when you're mad at me. I think, with a chuckle Oh god.. They’re so damn cute like that..
ugh, you need to knock it off.
With a sigh and an eye roll, I step closer to you, my hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently. I lean in, brushing my lips against yours softly before pulling back with a smirk on my face. "You're just jealous 'cause you can't handle it," I murmur, breath warm against your ear as I feel the sharp tips of my teeth scrape against your skin.
I study her face in the dim light, waiting for some sign that she feels the same way I do. Her expression is unreadable at first, but then slowly, a soft smile begins to spread across her lips. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and it makes my heart race with hope.
"Charley," I breathe out her name, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Do you feel that way too? About us?"
yeah... I whisper wait, when we was 12, at that sleepover, when you told all your guy friends that you'd fucked me- oh, by the way, I know that because they told me thatg you told them you fucked me- what exactly did you tell them, no judgement, no lie, no balls?
I take a deep breath, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I was just being stupid and immature," I mumble, avoiding eye contact with her. "I shouldn't have said that." The memory of that night fills me with shame, but also serves as a reminder of how far we've come since then.
"Charley, I'm sorry for how I acted back then. You mean more to me than anything else in the world, and I never want to make you feel uncomfortable or hurt again."
Her lips press into a thin line at his words; she hates that he can make her feel this way. "Well," she says slowly, trying to keep the defensiveness from her tone, "you're just going to have to learn to accept it then." She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling suddenly self-conscious and exposed without the comfort of his touch.
A part of her wants nothing more than for him to pull her back into his arms, to show her that he does understand and appreciate how she feels.
(I yawn and shake my head, flopping all my ears around)
Her ears twitch at the sound of his yawn; she can't help but feel a pang of guilt even though it isn't her fault that he's tired. She watches him curiously as he flops his ears around, wondering what he might say or do next. A part of her wants nothing more than to curl up against him and go to sleep, but she knows that won't help their situation any.